Dude... I just had the worst phone call with some beotch hotel clerk over at the Hellton. I'll tell you all about it, if you want...
Groovy!
I was trying to get a hold of my friend, Carolyn. So, I gave the room number, but the stoopid [rhymes with cunt] wouldn't put me through without a last name. But, I had forgotten Carol's last name!
Is there a joke here anywhere?
No. I couldn't think of one... I only wrote this comic because I promised my cute Persian girlfriend I would...
Whatever it takes to get laid. Right? I mean, you are getting laid... RIGHT? See ya...
